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even if all the birds start a song, the stars're sleeping at six in the morn, we'll be humming along
i've been feeling so down lately.
it's periods like this that make me feel like maybe i'm broken in some fundamental way.
my heart is so quivery and fragile. -
turn my stupid question marks into simple candy canes.
today is spring, or something like it. i feel a certainty and a joy i haven't felt for a while ( Read more... ) -
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i'm superficially stressed about both my jobs, but overall pretty happy at the moment.
i do need to be getting more exercise. i've jogged a little bit, been biking a bit, but it's not enough. oh pseudo-winter and your reduced outdoors activity, how you make me feel like a sleepy bear. i keep having urges to go run right when i wake up and it's all ( Read more... ) -
give these clay feet wings to fly, to touch the face of the stars.
had a lovely, candlelit, nag champa scented bath tonight instead of working. drank soy chai yerba maté and listened to this.
she's one of my idols. so amazing. her music is close to sacred, to me, and deeply otherworldly, an aesthetic i hold close to my heart.
she makes me proud to be literate, a woman, fey, a musician, a writer, a poet, and ( Read more... ) -
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1. ow,
2. mmm,
3. sigh. -
click, click, clack
i really like smoking pot and exfoliating.
the reef, my new coworkers, and bartending are starting to get some major hearts. how'd i ever fool main street into thinking i was cool enough to be a pseudo-nerdster barista and bartender?
tomorrow DAY OFF WOO
kimlett i am looking forward to hopefully hanging out with you next week ( Read more... ) -
i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me.
some songs that have been floating through my head this week.
the mountain goats - this year they are all pathos, and driving chords, and strident voice, and the best lyrics of all time, ever. this song is all about continuing until you crash, burning scotch-laced lips and videogames and scraped knuckles and being young and kind of sucking but ( Read more... ) -
i can't live forever, i can't always be. one day i'll be sand on a beach by the sea.
i am always tired these days. i've had about a week and a half of pms, as tends to happen, but i feel super spread-thin and ready for it to be over. by the time i get another day off it'll have been a full month without a day off of work. i mostly try to just get it over with and keep my nose to the grindstone, as salt spring is short staffed at ( Read more... ) -
we just made a bunch of smog and names for dogs. we shouldn't be proud to pass it on.
the wound on my elbow is almost healed. it's shiny and pink. there was this deep, weeping cut for so long, it's almost weird to not be watching what touches it ( Read more... )
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